Sea Breeze
(Ricardo Hoffmann)

The gentle dawn winds itself
Through the brightness of the day
You’re standing there with blowing hair
And a blissful, ardent face
The strength of legions
While the sunrise sighs
Almost suffocating

I feel the whispering of the golden corn
Which knows to tell a wise about
The human era’s history
The strength of legions
While the sunrise sighs
Almost suffocating

A ship in the distance mourns
For the useful loveliness
The struggle of its old existence
The strength of legions
While the sunrise sighs
Almost suffocating

The gentle dawn winds itself
Through the brightness of the day
And underneath the silent trees
I hold your blissful
Ardent face